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Yet notwithstanding, being incens’d, he's fint; What wilt thou do when riot is thy care ?
O, thou wilt be a wildernets again,
you with grief had sprike, and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown;
And he that tears the crown immortally,
Than as your licnour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience risc
(Which my moit true and inward-dureous spirit
Teachcth), this ruftratc and cxterior berding !
Heaven wirncis with me, when I here camc in,
And found no course of breath within your11ajesty,
Ilow cold it fruck my licart! If I do feign,
(Ex. Lords. The noble change that I have purposed !
K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that (And dead almofi, my licge, to rnink you were),
“ Other, less fine in currat, is more precious,
Tony with i
mas with an enemy
The quarrel of a true inheriter.
, But if it did infect my blood with joy,
If any rebel or vain fpirit of mine
gone, and dig my grave thyself; Give entertainment to the might of it,
K. Hien. O my fon!
put it in thy mind, to take it hunce,
I met this crown; and I myfélf know well,
To thee it thall delcond with better quiet,
Birter opinion, better confirmation ;
For all the foil of the achievinent goes
Wich me into the ear:h.
But as an honour fräich'd with boisterous han!;
Which daily grew to quarrel, and to blocdihe 1,
Wounding lupposed peace : All there told tears,
Thou feeit, with peril I have answered :
It ivem’d, in me,
A&ting that argument; and now my death Be now the father, and propose a fon :
See your most dreadful laws fo loosely Nighted,
THE LIFE OF HENRY V. Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
SHAKS PEARE, By whose fell-working I was first advanc'd,
The brightest heaven of invention ! I cut them off ; and had a purpole now
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, To lead out many to the Holy Land;
And monarchs to behold the fivelling scene! Left rest, and lying still, might make them look
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, Affume the port of Mars; and, at his heels, Be it thy course, to buiy giddy minds
Leashtin, like hounds, should famine, fword, and With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne Crouch for employment.
(fire, May waste the memory of the foriner days. [out,
And whipt th' offending Adam out of him :
Leaving his body as a Paradite, And grant it may with thee in truc peace live!
To envelope and contain celestial spirits. P. Hen. My gracious liege,
King Henry V. bis Perfections. You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Hear him but reason in divinity, Then plain, and right, must my poffeffion be:
And, all-admiring, with an inward wish Which I, with more than with a common pain, You would defire the king were made a prelate: 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
Ifear him debate of common-wealth affairs,
You would say, it hath been all-in-all his study: () polish'd perturbation ! golden care !
Lift his discourse of war, and you shall hear
A fearful battle render'd you in music.
The gordian knot of it he will unloose,
The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's cars,
The Common-wcalıb of Bees.
So work the honey-becs :
Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach When gold becomes her objcēt!
The act of order to a pcopled kingdom. For this, the foolish, over-careful fathers
They have a king, and officers of Torts : Have broke their leep with thoughts, their brains Where forne, like magistrates, correct at home; with care,
Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad; Thcir bones with industry;
Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, For this they have engrossed and pild up
Make boot upon the suminer's velvet buds; The canker'd heaps of strange achieved gold;
Which pillage they with merry march bring home For this they have been thoughtful to invest To the tert-roval of their emperor : Their fons with arts, and martial exercises :
Who, buticd in his majetty, surveys When like the bee, tolling from ev'ry flow'r
The singing matons, building roofs of gold; The virtuous fiveets,
(honey, The civil citizens kneading up the honey; Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with The poor mechanic porters crowding in Wc bring it to the hive ; and, like the bees,
Their heavy burtiens at his narrow gate; Are murder'd for our pains.
The fad-eyed justice, with his surly hum,
The lazy yawning drone.
And hides a fiord, from hilts unto the point, The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do to'l;
And the third hour of drowly morning name,
Proud of their numbers, and secure in foul,
The confident and over-lusy French
And chide the cripple tardy-gated night,
Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp
So tedioully away. The poor condemned Englith,
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires
Sit patiently, and inly ruminate
So many horrid ghefts. O, now, who will behold
\\'ith cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty;
Beholding hin, plucks comfort from his looks :
A largels universal, like the fun,
His liberal cye dotlı give to ev'ry one,
The Miseries of Royalty.
O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness,
Subject to the breath of every fool,
Whose fenfe no more can feel but his own wringing!
What infinite heari’s-cafe must kings negleci,
That private men enjoy ;
And what have kinys, that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, fare general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idol ceremony?
What kind of god art thuu, tirat luffer it more
Whic is the foul of adoration?
Art thou aught clic but place, degree, and forin,
Creating a 've and fear in other men,
Than they in fearing?
What drink'it thou oft, instead of homage swect,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure.
Will it give place to fexure and low bending?
Canst thou, when thou command's the beggar's
Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial, A testament of noble-ending love.
Thore waters from me which I would have stopp'd;
The Miferies of War.
Her vine, the merry chcarer of the heart,
Unpruncd dies : her hedges even pleach'd,
Put forth disorder'd twigs : her fallow leas
The darnel, hemloc, and rank fumitory,
Doth root upon ; while that the coulter rusts,
That should deracinate such lavagery :
The even mead, thar erst brought fiveetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the fcythe, withal uncorrected, ranki,
Conceives by idlenets ; and nothing teems,
Lofing both beauty and utility.
§ 22. THE FIRST PART OF HENRY VI.
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
For marriage is a matter of more worth,
Than to be dealt in by attorney ship.
For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
Whereas the contrary bringeth forth bliss,
And is a pattcrn of celeftial peace.
A resolved ambitious Woman.
FOLLOW I must, I cannot go before,
While Glo'fter bears this base and humble
Were I a man, a duke, and next of blood,
I would remote thele tidious stumbling-blocks,
And smooth my way upon their headlets necks.
To play my part in fortune's pageant.
'I be Lorácter 10 be rememberedt.
But till remember what the Lord hath done.
Elcanor to the Duke of Gloffer; when doing
For, whilft I think I am thy married wife,
And thou a prince, protector of this land,
Methinhs, Lihuul not thus be lud along,
To fee invicars, and hear my deep-fer groans. so d'a he turn, and over Sutioll's nack
The ritniets minut dot! cut my tender iect; He threw his wound::ci ai in, and kifa'd his lips;
And, when I fuit, the enviuus people laugh, and fu, ch, who'd in dual, with vivod he luuld And lid ine be adiifod how I trcad.
Silent Refentment deepeft.
And banished I am, if but from thee.
0, go not yet! even thus two friends condemn'!
Embrace, and kifs, and take ten thoula:id leaics,
Yet, now farewel; and farewel life with thee!
Suff. Thus is poor Sutfolk ten times bajithed,
Once by the king, and thiee times thrice by thee.
"Tis not the land I care for, wert thou hence;
A wilderness is populous enough,
So Suffolk had thy heavenly company :
For where thou art, there is the world itself,
With every leveral pleasure in the world;
And where thou art not, defolation.
Dying, with the Perfor beloved, preferable to
As mild and gentle as the cradle-babe,
The Deatb-bed Horrors of a guilty Conscience,
Dicd ho not in his bed : Where Thould he die 3
Can I make men live, whether they will or no:-
O! torture me no more, I will confefs-
Alive again : Then fnew me where he is;
I'll give a thousand pound to look upon him—
He hath no cyes, the dust liath blinded them.
The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
crepit into the bofom of the ica;
Who with their drowsy, flow, and fia ging wings,
Kent, in the commentaries Colar writ,
Is term’d the civil ft place of all this iile:
Sweer is the country, because full of riches;
The people liberal, valiant, active, wealthy.
Lord Say's Apology for himself.
Larye gifts have I beltow'd on learned clerk's
book preferr'd me to thi Ling:
You cannot but forbcar io murder me.
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